A Game of Gods
Drow Half Shadow Dragon Rogue Son of Lanemae Du'Hathon
Braelion Du’Hathon was born a drow among elves within Silverymoon. He didn’t understand why he was so different, why he could not stand the sun when his friends seemed to rejoice in it, why he was able to absorb magic into himself and, as the years passed, why he seemed to grow so much faster than any others. His mother simply told him that he was different and special, and gave him a ring to disguise him as an elf among the others. His other abilities she told him came from her, as he was able to control magic with his will, while others had to study through books, his abilities just came to him.
Deep down Braelion knew his mother lied to him, she had reacted with as much surprise as he when he was involved in a training duel. El’thenaar, one of his classmates at the magic academy, had never taken to Braelion, seemingly immune to his natural charisma that had helped him win so many friends, he felt that this young highborn had it too easy, gaining the use of spells simply by willing them to be within a few a scant years, when he had required decades of work and practice. During their session every one of Elthenaar’s spells simply fizzled without so much as touching Braelion, frustrating him further, so much that he threw a more powerful spell at Braelion, determined to teach him a lesson, causing Braelion to panic and hold his hands in front of him, willing the magic away, instead, the magic halted within his hands, flowing down his arms into his chest, warping into a black fire, which Braelion sent back at El’thenaar, almost killing him. If the healers hadn’t been present for safety, El’thenaar would have died, as it was, his mother handled the fallout and his spellfire was hidden.
At the age of 15, Braelion was told that he was moving to the small lumber town of Silverfell, where his mother would continue his magic training, and that he would meet his father. All through their preparation and journey, Braelion eagerly waited to meet his father, it was like a piece of his life would finally be filled, so many questions answered, someone he could admire and love. What he got was unlike anything he had conceived. Lanemae Du’Hathon was a total stranger to him, all he seemed to feel from the man was a cold dislike, similar to El’thenaar in Silverymoon, like Lanemae put up with the boy because of his mother. Oh, Lanemae tried, he had to give him that, Braelion’s questions about what he was were answered, they even tried to bond, but deep down there was always a certain resentment. Lanemae seemed determined to forge the boy into a weapon, but when he tried, Braelion would complain that he was tired, in pain, didn’t feel like it, always winning his mother over to let him off the hook. Braelion could always feel it in Lanemae’s eyes, disappointment, like the man wouldn’t think twice about killing him, only his mother kept the boy alive.
At 17, Braelion met Fregor, a son of one of the woodcutters of the town, the two soon became close friends, Fregor, a bit simple, seemed to like the way the young elf would talk back for him when others mocked him for being stupid, while he took to Braelion’s defence when things became physical. At first Lanemae seemed to be further disappointed in Braelion’s choice of friend, but then allowed it, claiming that it would teach Braelion a valuable lesson.
2 years later, Lanemae summoned Braelion to him, telling him that he would be required to deliver a letter to the Queen Regent of Cormyr, and one Agon Bonecutter of Turmish, this was to send him into the world a become a man.
At first, Braelion and Fregor travelled alone, until they came upon a Blue Dragon’s cave, enlisting assistance from some other adventurer’s in an inn, offering equal share for all concerned. They succeeded in their task and travelled to Waterdeep to sell their prize. Braelion, through his own inexperience became involved in thief guild rivalries and was to forced to call in his father to save him, after this, Lanemae hired the adventurers Braelion had convinced to help against the dragon, to keep him safe and aid him in his task.
They ventured further, finally reaching Cormyr, after many months of travel, it was here that they witnessed and were framed for the assassination of the Queen Regent. After a desperate chase, they escaped and managed to reach Turmish, coincidentally having purchased passage with one of Agon’s own mercenary members.
After receiving the gift of a new face from Agon, being one of the wanted assassin’s of Cormyr, Braelion took some rest in Turmish, where he wallowed in self-pity, he knew that this whole journey would simply prove to his father that he was a failure. During this time, a lamp appeared by him, from within came a genie, offering him three wishes, Braelion knew in that moment what he wanted, to be like his father, but he also knew that the genie would be free after 3 wishes and likely try to kill him, it was here that he manipulated his loyal friend Fregor, sharing the lamp with him, but tricking him into giving Braelion one of his wishes in exchange for a perfectly worded wish. Braelion’s wishes were granted, his sorcerous magic stripped away as he became cold and swift, the shadow dragon blood of his father bursting forth in awakening within him, while Fregor gained the magic sword he wanted, but it was here that Braelion realised he had been a fool once more, the Genie had neglected to tell them the activation phrase for Fregor’s sword, and protected it from identification through it’s own magic. Braelion attempted to bet on a riddle with the genie for an extra wish, he failed and was forced to make his final wish, here, he made the wish to identify the magical properties of any magic on sight, realising that this would enable the identification of Fregor’s sword’s workings, and be a useful asset later. Once granted, the genie was freed and attacked them, Braelion put his new abilities to the test immediately, felling the Genie, at the cost of his friend’s life, something he soon rectified.
His father found out what Braelion had done and gave him the task of killing Fregor, to prove he had put his old life behind him. Braelion over-estimated his new abilities, and from his feelings of friendship, challenged Fregor to a straight fight, Braelion was swiftly killed, and resurrected by his friend at a temple. That night, Braelion snuck into Fregor’s room and killed him quickly and painlessly, proving to his father he was grown, and killing his friendship at the same time.
Fregor was resurrected by someone and returned to the group, things between them were never the same. They continued to adventure, being enlisted by Amon Val’mere, a wizard who manipulated Braelion’s Spellfire to make him a ticking bomb to be sent into Thay, wiping out most of their wizards, in a joint strike on the Thayan enclaves across Faerun.
After much adventure together, they worked to aid an old companion, Raith, a Cleric of Mask and Assassin, working now for Lanemae, to retrieve Lanemae’s Brother’s crown. Their journey brought them back to Waterdeep, where they made a series of separate attempts to gain it from the wizard Quay Nomanalion. Braelion’s task, as given by Raith, was to kidnap Cay’s daughter, he underestimated her and she escaped. He attempted to make up for his failure, but was tracked down by Quay when he was meeting with another of his father’s agents, Caryx, a Halfling assassin, discussing their withdrawal.
Braelion was arrested, but planned to escape, finding their opportunity, he and Caryx made their move, Caryx fell in the combat, while Braelion killed the guards, panicking, he took the sword from one of the guards, their keys and the body of his fallen companion. He fled the cells, hoping to find a way out. He did, just not the one he had planned on. He found a gate which led through to a tunnel down, into the undermountain. With nowhere else to go, Braelion fled, in naught but prison rags, a stolen sword and the body of the fallen Caryx…